The Phoenix by Bianca Gray (reading like a writer txt) 📖

lost it,” whispered Kate to Macy. I wiped my eyes.
“Me? Lost it? No, you did!! You all have lost it!!” I said still laughing. Macy and Kate exchanged confused looks.
“Um…it looks like you did…” said Macy. I wiped my eyes.
“Okay. I’m good,” I said, calming down a little. Macy turned to Kate.
“I have to go now,” she said slowly and calmly. Then she turned and left the room.
“Um, okay…” I said slowly. Kate looked at me in a way that I knew she agreed. Then she looked at her watch.
“Oh, I’ve got to go. Jolie wanted to go shopping with me,” said Kate. I looked at her in a mock hurt way.
“And you didn’t invite me?” I asked fake hurt. She laughed.
“Yes, I didn’t. So there!” she said laughing. Then she kissed both of my cheeks, like the French, and hightailed it out of my room.
“Well, that was a pretty fast escape,” I mumbled under my breath. Then I snapped my fingers and fire was between my thumb and my pointer finger. Then I blew on it and it flew out further instead of blowing out. Huh, I thought. Then the fire grew around my hand, like vines on a tree. Then the door opened and it all went away. That was close, I thought. My mom’s head popped into my room.
“Hey, sweetie, what’s going on?” she asked smiling. I wiped my head.
“Nothing,” I said looking at my bedspread. Then I looked up.
“Why?” I asked slowly. My mom looked around my room.
“Well…how do you like Macy?” asked my mom her green eyes dancing everywhere. If only you knew, I thought. Then I smiled to myself.
“What?” asked my mom, seeing my smile.
“I like her. I like her a lot,” I said smiling. My mom smiled back at me.
“Good,” she said.
“Well, you should pack to go to your father’s house and I should start up the car,” my mom said slowly. I got off my bed and grabbed my red knapsack.
“Right,” I said starting to pack clothes into it. My mom gathered herself up and stepped out of my room. I dropped my knapsack and flopped down on my bed. My dad, I thought, what am I supposed to do about Sarah? I sighed.
In a few minutes, I was ready and packed. I ran down the marble steps. I looked up and saw James look at me in shock.
“What?” I asked putting my hands on my hips, annoyed.
“You’re. On. Fire!” he whispered.
“Well, thanks. I mean, I know I can run down the stairs pretty fast but not that fast,” I said running my fingers through my hair.
“No, I mean you were seriously on fire! Well, I’m pretty sure,” James said confused. Dang it! I thought.
“Um, I don’t think that’s possible, James,” I said slowly like I was talking to a baby. He glared at me.
“Whatever. You going to your dad’s?” he asked pointing to my knapsack.
“Yeah,” I said glaring at him. He shrugged.
“Have fun,” he said in a non-caring way. Then he picked up his book and went back to reading. I turned my head sideways to read the binding.
“What are you reading?” I asked tilting my head back. Please don’t be what I think it is! I screamed in my head. James looked up at me and then looked at his book.
“Uh, The History of the One and Only Phoenix, why?” he asked. Oh God, no! I whispered in my head. I only had one thing on my mind. He’s the Phoenix hunter!! He knows! He has to be the Phoenix hunter!! Why did my mother have to marry into the Phoenix hunter family? WHY?? While my insides were breaking down, the outside felt pretty calm.
“I didn’t know you read,” I said nonchalantly like my insides weren’t burning with anticipation.
“I don’t,” he said with a sneer.
“Then why…?” I said letting my question fade.
“It’s for English class, genius. We’re doing mythology. It’s kind of fascinating. Did you know that only one phoenix can exist at a time? And that when a phoenix dies, and new one is born out of the dead one’s ashes?” said James fascinated. If only you knew, I thought. Yet, I was relieved. I was so glad that he couldn’t possibly be the phoenix hunter.
“Yeah, sounds…fascinating. I’ve got to go, see ya!” I said waving to him as I walked out the door.
“Bye,” he said going back to his book. I saw my mom in the car with Macy. Then I did a double check. Macy? What in the world is she doing in the car? The car that is going to my dad’s house? I dropped my knapsack in the trunk and slipped into the backseat.
“What are you doing here, Macy?” I asked between my teeth. Macy opened her mouth to speak but my mother spoke first.
“Macy just wants to see where you go to every weekend,” said my mom.
“I don’t go every weekend. Just every other weekend,” I said with clenched teeth. Macy looked at me with wide eyes.
“You can’t protect me everywhere,” I whispered when the car started.
“I’m not. I’m just going to see your father. You know, just in case,” said Macy looking ahead and pretending to listen to whatever my mom was talking about.
“What do you mean ‘just in case’? My father isn’t the phoenix hunter,” I whispered angrily. Macy flickered her eyes to my face.
“It’s happened once in your history,” whispered Macy.
“History-?” I started to ask.
“We are here!” cried my mother. I smiled at her and went back to Macy.
“This conversation is not over,” I whispered. Then I got out of the car. I grabbed my knapsack from the trunk and hugged my mom good-bye. Then I knocked on the bright yellow door of my father’s house. The door creaked open and there was Rebecca, my dad’s wife.
“Mel!” she cried and hugged me.
“Um, hi,” I said walking in and taking off my shoes. She smiled at me. Then she twisted her upper body toward the stairs.
“Hon! Mel’s here!” she yelled. My dad came down the stairs and then engulfed me into a huge hug.
“Mel!” he cried.
“Hi dad,” I said, muffled, still in his hug. My dad let go of me and led me inside. I followed Rebecca into the kitchen.
“Did you eat breakfast?” asked Rebecca while putting her golden hair into a ponytail. Her bright blue eyes rested on me for a second and then went on making a sandwich.
“Yeah, mom adopted this girl who is the same age as me,” I said eyeing the sandwich. Rebecca put it down in front of me and pulled out a chair.
“Really? And how do you feel about having a girl, your age, living with you?” She asked. Rebecca is a therapist so she usually asks me these kinds of things.
“It’s ok, I guess. She’s a good cook,” I said stuffing the sandwich into my mouth. Well, it was lunchtime so…
“This is really good, Rebecca,” I said. Then Sarah came skipping into the kitchen.
“Melly!!” she screamed and ran straight for me. When she jumped onto my legs I gave a little grunt and started laughing.
“Hey, Sarah,” I said hugging her. She stuck her thumb into her mouth and looked up at me. Then she took it out and pointed at me.
“You seem different, Melly,” she said. I looked at her blue eyes.
“What do you mean, Sarah?” I asked turning her so she would fully face me.
“I don’t know. There is something about you that’s different,” said Sarah thoughtfully. I don’t think Sarah is your average three year old. She thinks things over with some thought and most of the time she has some insight to what she’s saying. Plus, she thinks playing with dolls is the most boring game that ever lived. I pretended to ponder over what she said.
“Maybe it’s the new shampoo I used this morning,” I said. Sarah looked doubtful for a little while and then let it go.
“Whatever,” she said. Rebecca glanced sharply at Sarah.
“We do not say ‘whatever’ to our guests, Sarah,” said Rebecca returning to her dishes.
“She’s not our guest, mommy, she’s my sister and she says it to me all the time,” said Sarah. Then she got off my lap and pulled my arm with all her might.
“C’mon! C’mon! C’mon! NCIS is starting!!” cried Sarah. Yes, my sister likes watching NCIS. So what? After we watched an hour of NCIS, I started to unpack my knapsack in my room, when Sarah wandered in and flopped on my bed.
“I know something is different about you,” she said wagging her finger at me.
“What do you mean, Sarah?” I asked putting my clothes away in the white dresser.
“Don’t ‘what do you mean, Sarah’ me!” cried Sarah standing on my pink covered bed with her finger pointing straight at me. I felt like someone just called me a witch and everyone was going to hang me.
“Sarah,” I said exasperatedly. She sat down and bounced on my bed.
“Melly,” she mocked. I sat down next to her.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you acting like this? Why do you think that there is something different about me?” I asked bringing her over onto my lap and stroking her black waves. She stuck her pinky finger into her mouth. Sarah does this when she’s thinking. Her eyebrows puckered on the top of her milk colored forehead. Her blue eyes twinkled at some memory.
“I had a dream last night,” she said. I smiled at her but inside I was breaking down. WHAT DREAM TOLD YOU I WAS A FREAKING PHOENIX??!!!
“Oh?” I said completely calm. She looked up at me.
“Yeah. You changed and then there was black. When the black faded, a girl was there…she told me she was a witch and I needed to warn you,” said Sarah. I frowned.
“Warn me about what?” I asked slowly. She played with her black wavy hair. I saw the wheels turning in her head. I knew she was thinking whether she should tell me and have me laugh at her or not and save the humiliation.
“Just tell me, Sarah,” I said with a sigh. Sarah looked at me with her eyes filling up her face.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” she asked crossing her arms and getting off my lap so she could face me.
“Promise,” I said.
“Cross your heart?” she asked sternly. I sighed.
“I thought you said you were too old for this kind of-.”
“JUST CROSS IT!!!” she screamed. I put my hands up.
“Ok, ok, ok, no need to freak out,” I said crossing my heart. She smiled.
“Okay, now where was I? Oh yes, the warning. This girl she had blond wavy hair that went all the way down to her waist and cream-colored skin. Her cheeks were the color of pink rose petals and her lips were as big as a raspberry on her face. Her face was heart-shaped. But her eyes…her eyes were blurred. I couldn’t see her eyes. But I do know that her blond hair was wispy, like when the sky is so clear but there are only a few clouds in the sky but it looks…you know!” said Sarah frustrated. I smiled.